I Wander the Desert Alone
Utah sun bakes barren soil.
This morning, the river trickled.
Now the water has vanished.
Dry pools
with salt crusted rims
smell of thirst.
Red canyon walls reflect the heat.
I rest
in the shade of the lone
cottonwood,
but not too long:
I must reach the spring.
I strain to imagine
the oasis: lush green ferns
will tumble down the cliff
where the water
bursts from the sandstone
into a clear pool.
How I will drink!
September 28, 2018
For contest: I wander the desert alone
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Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2018
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